The year long silence of Kong Studios was finally broken by the sound
of wet, squishing footsteps climbing up the rain drenched stairs. A
crack of lightening suddenly lit up the sky, revealing a spiky haired
silhouette quietly shuddering from the cold. This fellow, who went by
the name 2-D was followed by a large, bulky man called Russell, Russ
to his friends.

"I hope to god he didn't lock the door." Russell muttered with
a slight shiver.

2-D rapt his slender fist on the giant glass doors. "Muds, it's
me n Russell, open up!" Both listened for an answer, but were only
met with low rumbles of thunder.

"Try the intercome, D."

2-D pressed the intercom and a loud, high pitched buzz emitted as the
screen turned fuzzy as a face faintly appeared.

"Eh? " Murdoc's scratchy voice grunted as he squinted at the
screen.

"Muds, It's us! 2-D and Russel!"

"Oh, eh hang on." Murdoc then popped off of the screen.

Oh God, they were only here for one thing: they knew the truth! They
knew about Noodle!

"Ah, c-come in, lads." He then called.

Once inside, they found that Kong had been completely torn apart:
giant pieces of plaster was strewn on the lobby floor and the wall
near the receptionist desk was exposed to reveal a vast, black sky
full of endless rain.

"What happened?" Russel muttered.

"Dunno, how can Muds live in a place like this?"

"Easy! I got my Winnebago!" Murdoc replied as he stepped out of
the elevator. He then slowly walked over to them, trying not to trip
over the rubble.

"All right Murdoc. First off, why'd you want us here? Second we
want to ask know" Russel was then cut off my Murdoc's slight
chuckle.

"Where Noodle is?" he finished with a sly smile on his face.

"Yes, so cut the smart remarks and tell us, cracker-ass."

"All right, all right," Murdoc sighed with exasperation, "
she's in the Maldives."

"B-But what about the accident?" 2-D asked.

Murdoc snickered. "Did you even see the end of the video? You can
see her in the distance on a parachute."

The large drummer and blue haired singer just stood there in shock

"Then why the hell didn't you tell us?!" Russel scolded as he
quickly slapped Murdoc across the face. The bassist then shook his
head and clutched his head in pain as he searched for an answer.

"I-I. was gonna"

"Don't give us any damn excuses, Muds! We helped Noodle pack up
her stuff, she could go on her so- called vacation!"

"You lied to us! You lied!" 2-D cried..

"You sods don't get it," Murdoc growled, "I had to do it:
Jimmy Mason wanted to kill you guys so that he could start a band
with me. I agreed to this, but tricked Jimmy by hiding the weapons in
the windmill."

"You should've told-"

"Shut up and listen! In the end, I had Noodle escape the
destruction of the windmill and made sure Jimmy was killed instead!"

"But Muds, w-why didn't you tell us about this?"

"I-I didn't want Jimmy to find out because he might've killed
me and would've probably murdered all of you."

There was a long pause as Murdoc longingly glanced at the corridor on
the left side of the directory. "Anyway, the real reason I asked
you here today is because I want to show you something," He then
motioned to the door "c'mon."

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